Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1172

Myles wanted to burst into laughter, but the pain wracking his body snuffed out any trace of humor.

"Kenzo, have you lost your mind? Where's that calm and collected facade now?"

Ah, but that was a mistake to say. Hadn't Kenzo been mad the moment he stepped into this mess?

A dangerous glint passed through Kenzo's eyes as he gripped Myles' throat. "I'm not in the mood for chitchat. Hypnotize her, and I'll let you go."

Myles paled, days of torture having brought him back to harsh reality. He realized he wasn't the King; he was just Myles, a hypnotist. No matter how closely he mimicked, it was all just a poor imitation. He wasn't the King, not the oil baron with power over storms, just a shadow, easily overlooked.

And his obsession with Brielle? Was it just to mimic more convincingly, knowing the King's obsession with her, or had he hypnotized himself into this fixation?

testament to his skill but also his folly. A grave misstep. That's why many in this

threw Myles to the ground. Myles landed awkwardly, one leg scraped to the bone from the torture. He was lucid

up, winced from the pain in her stomach, her face deathly pale. "Kenzo, how

gaze dark and stormy. Who else to blame but her

deep breath, and

with Myles. But now, her resistance was clear. Kenzo's tone was cold yet oddly gentle. "If you

tracing her lips. "I actually wanted to kill you myself, but I can't seem to do it, Brielle.

had an unattended wound on his wrist, a token of his physical manifestation of his turmoil. "Your sentiments

over the years, yet now, he felt he couldn't continue his act before her. "Brielle, cooperate with the hypnosis, or

cold, "Fine,

even more hostile. Myles was about to start the hypnosis when the ground beneath them began to shift, though slowly. Just as Myles locked eyes with Brielle, the ground slipped from under him, sending him

the soil was collapsing.